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Good riddance.
I slump against the counter, letting out a heavy exhale. My gaze sweeps over the counter and the scattered papers. I guess I should start cleaning up.
I’m stacking the papers in order when my eyes catch sight of something familiar. My heart stammers and I blink, confused.
A mint candy. The one I specifically like. The one that Lila carries with her all the time.
The same candy that Colton left on my nightstand yesterday.
A candy that was most definitely not on the counter when I got here.
My head snaps up, looking toward the exit, but Colton has already disappeared.
Why…?
Why is he doing this? What is the purpose behind his…sudden kindness? It doesn’t make sense. He confuses me.
Is it pity from him? Or is this all just a game to Colton Bennett?
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Colton — 18 years old (A week later)
The world becomes almost pitch-black and the buckling, heavy dark sky looks ready to collapse any second now. The gloomy clouds, pregnant with malice, churns as loud thunder rolls. The windows shake with the force of its fury.
A thunderous lightning strikes through the darkened sky, briefly illuminating the world before dragging it back into another dark void. The wind howls as I prowl anxiously in my living room, back and forth.
The sky opens up, and the rain pours. Unleashing a cataclysmic violence upon us. I hear the hiss of another bout of lightning, before it clashes with a roar.
The lights of my apartment flicker.
The rain clacks vehemently against the windows.
While we won’t be receiving the full force of the hurricane, we’re still going to feel the remnants of it. And it’s already here.
The bulbs flicker again, before I am suddenly drowned into darkness.
I stand still, staring out of my window as I wait for the building’s generator to start up. It only takes about two minutes before the lights are back on.
At least we won’t have to pull through the storm without electricity.
But something else is eating me from the inside, and I don’t know what exactly. Thunderstorms don’t scare me. Weirdly, I find peace in them. Almost like I’ve discovered a companion in the malevolence that accompanies the ruthless storms. A hostility that’s familiar to the one in my very own soul.
But this time…it’s different.
An insistent worry gnaws at my gut.
An uncertainty that courses through my veins.
My prowling grows more restless, until the pressure around my lungs seems to squeeze the oxygen out of me.
She’s there. Alone in her apartment.
No…wait, I don’t care.
She’s always so skittish, so vulnerable. Is she scared right now?
I don’t care…
